The iPhone woke me before dawn. I reluctantly got out of bed and search for the drawing materials in the dark. The floor of the rooftop accumulated with some patches of water on the floor, then I realized that rain creep falling during the night. Besides it was calm at the rooftop, while breeze blew to release my anxiety of the typhoon experience. I set up the painting station and continue with the sketch, which was covered with complex strips of railing accumulated by the neighborhood’s balustrade. Ignoring what was happening in the environment, I put all my attention to watch and depict the minimal scales of the elements bisected by the strips. As I painted along, the colors of the mountains at the background tended to overwhelm with those on the balustrade. To avoid flattening the images of the picture, I made a pause and leave the rest to paint the next morning when the previous layer of paints dry up.
I lazily stayed on bed until the second alarm. I did my pain release exerciser before getting out of bed. Contrasting to the catastrophic scene yesterday, through the window of my bedroom I saw a calm and quite seascape, while wind blew the trees and bushes on the hill to sway gently from side to side. I switched on the light in the sitting room to collect my drawing materials in the gloom and getting ready to paint at the rooftop. Tall and small stools stuck at the front of the glass door that I have to move them back to the lounge of the rooftop with care. Outside at the rooftop, wind dropped to blow mildly after “Khanun” left Hong Kong at midnight. So I took a brief inspection to see if there might be any damages caused at the incident. Finding no obvious damages occurred, I set up my working station to paint a new segment for the panoramic picture. The view becomes more complex than before as I shifted the view further to my left hand side facing north. The neighbor’s balustrades fabricated a complex view, when they orderly arrayed to line up one in front of the other, projecting a scene of everlasting perspective. At the same time the railings bisected the seascape into minimal scales. Ignoring the happenings within the environment, I immersed myself in the serenity and patiently sketch the tedious view. Meanwhile the sun shone softly from behind the clouds to tell me that it was time to pack.
The iPhone woke me in the dark as usual. However the approach of “ Khanun” the tropical cyclone made the morning unusual. Gale wind howled throughout the night and its strength remained at typhoon warning signal no. 3 NE. Its arrival after mid autumn mixed with the north current cooled down the temperature of the morning. Hearing the bumping noise wafted from the rooftop, I cautiously climb up the stair trying to find out the typhoon situation. Standing at the front of the glass door I saw trees and bushes on the hills sway violently following the blowing direction of the gale from north to south and return, like dancers releasing their vigorous energy on stage. As the gale blew sweeping across the front of the glass door, it also swept away my attempt to open it. I retuned down stair to my flat worrying what to do until the observatory announced the warning no. 8 NE at 8:40 A.M.. Not wanting to delay any further, I randomly picked up a piece of odd size paper and settle on the worktop of the kitchen where, through the window I saw the view of the back block. I began to depict the tree grows on the slop in front of the back block building absent-mindedly. After almost a couple hours, while kept moving in and out the kitchen to watch the weather report about the track of “Khanun”, I eventually completed a picture, which looks weird….
The Northeast gale howled throughout the night. Temperature dropped to 24 o C that I felt cold since autumn and therefore I put on an extra thick T-shirt when climbing to the rooftop to paint. I hesitated at the glass door of the hut when seeing the gale blew violently to sway tress and bushes on the hill breezily from side to side. While the colonial flag hung at the mast top waved eagerly to the inspection vessel requesting it to return to the Police Marina base. I cautiously opened the glass door while the gale tried to fight my shabby force. After a brief struggle, I reached the balustrade to take a good look down the street of the estates trying to find out the cause of the beeping noise. I was not sure, but guess the noise came from the mini bus, which stopped at the station beep to urge the passengers to hurry. Equipped simply with the unfinished sketch, the palette box and a few brushes, I prudently sat on the stool and start to paint. Meanwhile the howling gale overwhelmed the town, it annoyingly blew my hair to cover my face and eyesight blocking the painting site. Though I tried to pull myself together to observe the view attentively, the flipping noise wafted from the canvas and the computer disc on the neighbor’s rooftop arose my anxiety….
I dashed to the kitchen to switch off the iPhone as it wakes me in the dark. Though the back of my T-shirt was damp but I felt the cool weather while the wind howled outside the house. So I put on a thick T-shirt after the pain release exerciser and climbed to the rooftop to paint. At the rooftop, the gale wind blew flipping noisily the roof canvas of the neighborhood and the computer dish hit tingling against the metal rods. Red light radiated upon the pale blue sky tinting the sky to purplish smoothing out my anxiety. I checked to sure all the objects at the rooftop were properly mounded so that the gale has no way to play its game. The scenery was clear that I see the tones bright and sharp, so I kept on adding tones for the mountains as well as the portion of estate buildings that I saw beyond the rooftop edge. The sun rose to cast warm rays to make me feel confortable at the same time to remind the time, while the iPhone downstairs also rang to urge me to pack.
Since dawn broke late that I woke up in the dark again. I dashed to the kitchen to switch off the iPhone. Daylight turning bright fast when I finished the pain release exerciser. At the rooftop, I saw pale reddish light radiating from behind the mountain range. The seawater was flat and quiet while the scrutiny boat did not return to report. The sun hid behind the clouds casting soft daylight vibrating the tones of the scenery. I saw tedious details that seldom happened before, while on the palette, I found a brownish hue for the plants to distinguish the tone for the mountains. This brown tone was also useful for the buildings standing beyond my rooftop. Daylight began to intensify fading the tones of the scenery and at the same time the iPhone rang again down stair, so I packed to leave the rest for the next morning.
The iPhone that I put under the pillow rang to wake me in the gloom. I lift my body up from bed to look at the sky through the window, where I saw tints of yellowish glows radiating from behind the mountains. Expecting it to be a sunny day that I got out of bed immediately to do the routine pain release exerciser and climb to the rooftop to paint. From my rooftop, I saw glows from the Marine Police quarter, waiting for the scrutiny boat to report. The urban estate down the front of my block building was quiet while the door fronts were lighted up by the glows of the street lamps, creating a scene of hazy atmosphere along the narrow road. Gale wind dropped retaining a sense of peace that not even the birds were found chirping anywhere. I then set up my place to continue tackling with the sketch consists a lot of tedious elements bisected by the railings of the balustrade. To maintain the overall balance of the hues, instead of painting section by section, I began to add layers of the colors to the cover the whole page. Meanwhile the woman of the neighbor handing out her laundry noisily at her rooftop, yet I have no interest to find out the cause…